The bayonets clamor on all night, hemming scars into the hillside.
Devastator sleeps under satin sheets.
"Death campaigns are a fucking gold mine."
And all the swine at the cabaret lick their lips as they clap along.
Devastator, in a negligee, does a strip tease while he sings this song:
"Everybody needs a little Devastation!"

Neon black dirt in the garden.
All the roses blossom into the skulls this season.
Neon black branches hanging from the trees.
Every limb is empty, robbed of pleasant memories.